opposed.

CYNT. Nay, I have known two wits meet, and by the opposition of
their wit render themselves as ridiculous as fools. 'Tis an odd
game we're going to play at. What think you of drawing stakes, and
giving over in time?

MEL. No, hang't, that's not endeavouring to win, because it's
possible we may lose; since we have shuffled and cut, let's even
turn up trump now.

CYNT. Then I find it's like cards, if either of us have a good hand
it is an accident of fortune.

MEL. No, marriage is rather like a game at bowls: fortune indeed
makes the match, and the two nearest, and sometimes the two
farthest, are together, but the game depends entirely upon judgment.

CYNT. Still it is a game, and consequently one of us must be a
loser.

MEL. Not at all; only a friendly trial of skill, and the winnings
to be laid out in an entertainment. What's here, the music? Oh, my
lord has promised the company a new song; we'll get 'em to give it
us by the way. [Musicians crossing the stage.] Pray let us have
the favour of you, to practise the song before the company hear it.


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